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Ian
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Holding nails in your mouth causes cancer and birth defects in Ca. Glad you're on the other end of the country! I'm surprised to see such a low pitch on a roof built in snow country, maybe that's part of the sag-itis? Get some tin on that and it should serve you well for as ling as you need a barn.
I bet you are! I'd be pretty tired too after two gals and a queen mattress in the back of a Suburban....
I bet you are! I'd be pretty tired too after two gals and a queen mattress in the back of a Suburban....
Bret4207
At the casting bench in the sky. RIP Bret.
That's what happens when the 7 layers of shingles, (yes 7, Matt counted them!). leak like a sieve and cause the rotted board beneath them to collapse a bit and the water gushes down against a wall. Much of the building appears to be made of a fine grained hardwood- probably poplar. It didn't stand the water at all well and when we went to pull the old roof off a section of the wall simply fell over!
You should have seen the roof BEFORE we propped it up!
Bret4207
At the casting bench in the sky. RIP Bret.
Gary, you'd be surprised...
Ian, yup, shes getting clad in used steel I got off our church. Not fancy, but it's a lot of steel for not much money. Only 2-3 years old too. The pitch isn't steep because of the wind here. Nothing stays if it faces west/south-west. It all ends up on the north east side of any obstruction. Down in the mountains it would have collapsed ages ago. Up here 3/12 or 4/12 is plenty unless you're on the east or north side of a hill.
Ian, yup, shes getting clad in used steel I got off our church. Not fancy, but it's a lot of steel for not much money. Only 2-3 years old too. The pitch isn't steep because of the wind here. Nothing stays if it faces west/south-west. It all ends up on the north east side of any obstruction. Down in the mountains it would have collapsed ages ago. Up here 3/12 or 4/12 is plenty unless you're on the east or north side of a hill.
462
California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
The scope I recently swapped out from another of my son-in-law's rifles to his .30-'06 Remington 721 went South. He bought a new scope, a set of Weaver rings, and an anti-cant level. Yesterday afternoon, when I went to mount the scope, found the spacing between the new rings was too short.
Gave him three options:
1. Trade my scope and cash for his.
2. Buy a set of Weaver extension rings.
3. Trade my Weaver extension rings for his Weaver regular rings.
After a lengthy while he chose number 3.
This morning I completed the project.
Gave him three options:
1. Trade my scope and cash for his.
2. Buy a set of Weaver extension rings.
3. Trade my Weaver extension rings for his Weaver regular rings.
After a lengthy while he chose number 3.
This morning I completed the project.
It sounds less fun but also less suggestive.
Joshua
Taco Aficionado/Salish Sea Pirate/Part-Time Dragon
I was mining a berm about an hour ago up in the mountains. Minding my own business. Had my headphones on listening to music.
I hear someone shouting at me. Turn around and see an elderly man. He asks me “Can I ask you what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m collecting lead.” I say innocently, I haven’t caught on yet that this was gonna get dramatic.
Then he starts in on me. “Why the hell did you block the road, I had to drive around you. That was asinine to block the road. I almost hit your truck.”
I think to my self. So I wouldn’t have to deal with some Yahoo shooting at me while I mine this berm.
We are now arguing over a dead end mud pit that is the size of a basketball court, that has a one lane dirt track that runs up to it. It has a forty foot wide berm. and is surrounded on all sides by Doug firs.
Where I was standing is in the middle of over three thousand square miles of state and federal land that is open to the public.
It is clear to me at this point that this old man doesn’t want me at “his spot”.
Now I’m just angry. He’s rude and acting entitled. I just glare at him. I’m not gonna cuss out some crazy eighty-five year old man.
He ain’t moving. He says “You just gonna stare at me.”
I say, low and slow “There’s lots of other places to go shooting on this mountain.”
To this he says, “I go where I want, I shoot here, XXXX you.”
He turns and walks away! Cursing at me the whole way. And drives off.
Before he leaves I shout after him, “you could have asked nice!”
I wasn’t gonna be there much longer anyways. Hell, I love a good chat with an old timer about gun and shooting.
He could have asked me what I was gonna do with the lead I was collecting, had a nice chat, and then I would have left.
As I get older I realize that people can change. But I also know people who where jerks thirty years ago, who are still jerks today. If I had to bet on it I would say that he was probably a jerk forty years ago when he was my age.
I hear someone shouting at me. Turn around and see an elderly man. He asks me “Can I ask you what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m collecting lead.” I say innocently, I haven’t caught on yet that this was gonna get dramatic.
Then he starts in on me. “Why the hell did you block the road, I had to drive around you. That was asinine to block the road. I almost hit your truck.”
I think to my self. So I wouldn’t have to deal with some Yahoo shooting at me while I mine this berm.
We are now arguing over a dead end mud pit that is the size of a basketball court, that has a one lane dirt track that runs up to it. It has a forty foot wide berm. and is surrounded on all sides by Doug firs.
Where I was standing is in the middle of over three thousand square miles of state and federal land that is open to the public.
It is clear to me at this point that this old man doesn’t want me at “his spot”.
Now I’m just angry. He’s rude and acting entitled. I just glare at him. I’m not gonna cuss out some crazy eighty-five year old man.
He ain’t moving. He says “You just gonna stare at me.”
I say, low and slow “There’s lots of other places to go shooting on this mountain.”
To this he says, “I go where I want, I shoot here, XXXX you.”
He turns and walks away! Cursing at me the whole way. And drives off.
Before he leaves I shout after him, “you could have asked nice!”
I wasn’t gonna be there much longer anyways. Hell, I love a good chat with an old timer about gun and shooting.
He could have asked me what I was gonna do with the lead I was collecting, had a nice chat, and then I would have left.
As I get older I realize that people can change. But I also know people who where jerks thirty years ago, who are still jerks today. If I had to bet on it I would say that he was probably a jerk forty years ago when he was my age.
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Bret4207
At the casting bench in the sky. RIP Bret.
We are all of one race, the human race, and that race is full of idiots. As an old time cop in Tupper Lake NY once told me, "Everybody is an a-hole, you just have to scratch the right spot for it to come out." Truth!!!
smokeywolf
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I almost agree with that. I've met two exceptions; Mormon lady across the street from my parent's house. She was so sweet and thoughtful that my mother thought it must be an act. After about 3 years we were convinced that she was genuinely the friendliest, most thoughtful and caring person we'd ever met.
The other exception is Mrs. smokeywolf. There's not a mean, spiteful bone in her body. She always puts me and the boys first. We've been together 25 years and she's never said "no" to me. The closest she's ever come is with regard to money, (she handles the money) she's said 3 or 4 times, "Can you wait a little bit?"
CWLONGSHOT
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Took a ride to local BPS this am. Missjudged the distance needed and my knee didnt have it to bring me upstairs (Gun stuff) but my buddy said most all reloading stuff not even there at all. As if it never was, even Shelves taken down!! NO POWDER OR BULLETS and of coarse no primers.
I picked up a few bags of Gulp, some swivels n hooks. In anticipation of a fixed knee and summer Stripers, Sea Bass and Fluke!!
CW
I picked up a few bags of Gulp, some swivels n hooks. In anticipation of a fixed knee and summer Stripers, Sea Bass and Fluke!!
CW
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JWFilips
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Amazingly Back in the 1990's I was turning our basement in to living space (1100 sq feet) I always used an apron to hold the sheet rock screws!
One morning before going to work I decided to finish up some dry wall I left off on the night before ...but I put a bunch of screws in my hand and from there transferred them to my mouth! The next morning I awoke with swollen lips and sores! A few days went by with listerine and salt washes & I was fine! But A week later I did the same stupid thing! Sores in my mouth and lips! Checked the country of origin on the screw box it was Thailand!
L Ross
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Thailand screws love you long time JW.
oscarflytyer
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Good Day (and MUCH more accomplished than yesterday!). Dug up an ugly contractor's evergreen and replaced it with a very nice Peace rose! Stuffed ~75 308s for the FAL (and in anticipation of kid arriving on leave tomo!). Went fishing with another "kid" (28!). Got skunked... Managed to destroy end of my little finger in the RCBS press with the primer swager base (and damn, it hurt!). Blood blister over entire pad of my finger... Hung a cpl pics and some brackets in the garage. Pulled weeds. Checked out a nice new very close place to hang out in the RV for a weekend to relax that is only about 15 min away (and same place we fished)! Wanted to kill my psycho dog for digging in the back yard and tearing up my drain pipe (only reason she gets a hall pass is, she caught a 70 mph car, lost an eye and lot of other smackaroos, and she is a rescue. Shouldn't even be here in the first place. And, she IS sweet WHEN she's sweet!).
Cad plated screws, nasty stuff. primed 100 40 cases. Bucket's getting low so I need some range PU to refill. Spare time I researched virus mutation. Interesting, heard of the zinc/quinine solution but. Interesting, the studies are done by computer and the atomic/molecule database of our medicines is in a ZINC repository. Toss in the structure of the virus, add a medicine and see if the 3D molecular structure changes. Result is a list of most probably solutions and there are several. No mention of zinc but hydrogen and magnesium.
Ian
Notorious member
Spent the morning framing and insulating the doorway to the dormer addition from the back side and cut through the sheetrock and opened up the wall at 1:30. Installed the pre-hung door and sealed off the room with sheetrock by 6:00. The room itself is uninsulated so it gets mighty hot in there with open attic. All the bedroom AC escapes so once I breached the wall it had to get buttoned up. One of those can't quit 'till done things.
